I don’t know how it happened, but it has. I’m no longer an underclasswoman. Somewhere, between Habitat for Humanity break trips, broken bones, adventures with friends, worry-free summers and pages upon pages of literature papers, I’m about to take on the title “senior.”

If you were near the Environmental Sciences and Technology building yesterday at about 10:07 a.m., there is a good chance that you heard a loud “thunk,” followed by lots of laughter. In fact, if you were near the entrance of the building, you may have seen the cause of the commotion: a woman had just walked smack into one of the window panels because she was looking at a shiny apple she was about to eat.

Before yesterday, if I had wanted to spark a discussion on discrimination I would have brought up one of three topics: race, religion or gender. In each of these conversations, I would have tried to maintain a non-racist, non-sexist and religious non-bigoted position.

Pull up a couch, folks, because it’s best that you are sitting when you read this. I might put you to sleep.

And chances are, even if I were to tell you that President Gary Ransdell is personally financing a petting zoo on the fourth floor of Downing university Center (which he isn’t, though perhaps more people would hang out there if he did), you’d still probably have no trouble taking a siesta.